Friday, August 30, 2013

Swapan entered the bedroom
looking for Divya.Not finding her, he found the bathroom was also vacant. He
was to leave for Mumbai early morning the next day. Wondering where she would
have gone, he looked out of the window to see her talking across the fence to Shanthi
their neighbor. He saw her iPad open on the bed. He wished to shut it when he
chanced upon an email. Not one given to reading her mails, he was impelled to
read when he saw the salutation as Divya dearest. One can gauge what went
through his mind when he read the following mail

Divya dearest,

After my chat with you yesterday I could
hardly sleep the whole night. I need to meet you soonest. You were mentioning that
we can meet leisurely when your husband goes on tour. You were also telling he
may go tomorrow morning. Can we meet tomorrow at Dominos near your home at 10 am
and decide the venue where we can spend the day together.

I have lots of things to share with you.
I loved and married a wrong person. My spouse is a clumsy blunderbuss. We are
incompatible in every aspect, physical, intellectual and emotional. We frequently
quarrel and stop talking to each other for days. I derive no joy from that good
for nothing. My marriage has utterly failed. I wish to put an end to this farce.

You are my only recourse. We have been very
close since our college days and we keep our friendship as green as ever even
after marriage. I need an outlet and look to you for my next step. You were
mentioning that though your marriage cannot be termed as a failure it lacked
the fizz and excitement of the initial years. We are in the same boat somewhat,
lols.Looking forward to meet you tomorrow. Send me a sms.

Love and hugs

R

Swapan became confused.
“Who is this R close to her since college days whom she has not mentioned about
but whom she is meeting regularly? Is she taking off from work tomorrow for
this secret rendezvous? What is the crap about lack of fizz and excitement?
This tour is not important. I am having headache. I will not go but will leave
home early as planned” he was telling himself. He left the iPad as it was and
sat in the hall before TV.

Meanwhile Divya
came in laughing to herself. On seeing him looking at her she said “Sorry,
Shanthi was talking to me and would never let me go. She was complaining about
her in-laws who were expected to arrive tomorrow”

“What is there to
laugh about for you?” he asked rather abrasively

“Nothing” she
replied hurt by the tone of his voice.

“I will call you at
your office tomorrow after reaching Mumbai around 11am” he said casually

“No, I am not going
to office tomorrow. I just wish to relax” she replied.

He did not react
and left the hall quietly. He was now convinced something was amiss that needed
to be probed.

The next day around
10.30 am he entered Dominos with his hat drawn, sun glasses and a false mustache,
He saw in the corner Divya talking animatedly with another lady of her age.
After some time they left and he quietly followed them to find them entering
his house. Am I being foolish or has she got a scent of his reading her mail,
he wondered?

He rang her up
after a while and asked “How are you? I hope you are relaxing free from office
pressures”

“I am enjoying with
my friend Ranjana, my closest buddy since my college days. She sent me an email
asking me to meet her today at Dominos. Poor thing, she is passing through
troubled times with her hubby and looking to me for advice” she replied.

“I know. What
advice can you offer in a personal matter like that” he asked

“How do you know””
she asked

“I know because you
were telling me. Do you suspect me reading your mails?”

“No, not at all. I was
just telling her that after sometime small differences crop up and that she
should give him his space. I even fibbed to her that the fizz and excitement
have gone out of our lives too though you know it has surely not” she said with a giggle.”I
wish that you meet her one of the weekends at our home’ she added

Late that night
when they were in the bed, he whispered into her ears” Is it that you miss the
fizz these days” and dragged her close to him even as she hit him gently on his chest in feigned anger.

“Thank god if he
has seen just that mail. Let me clear my inbox first thing early morning” she
decided

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Bhilla’s granny was
in her last moments and the boy of 19 was crying by her side when Ranga had
gone there in deference to her wishes. They lived in the adjacent tenements in a
chawl.There was a deathly pallor and she had difficulty in breathing. When she
saw Ranga, he could notice a flicker of brightness in her eyes. As he sat by
her side, she took his hand and with much difficulty she said “I entrust Bhilla
in your care. There is none for him. He is a wayward boy given to bad habits.
Still he is my grandson. Please promise me that you would keep him under your
shelter and make a man of him.”

“Grandma, please do
not worry. Rest assured that I will take care of him as my younger brother”
Ranga replied.

There was a faint
trace of smile in her face before her life ebbed out.

Bhilla though
younger by 5 years than Ranga, had lot of vices. Under compulsion by Ranga, he
distributed along with him the morning dailies and did some odd errands in the
day time. He spent the money he earned on drugs and cheap whores.Ranga though he
occasionally drank was more responsible as he had a mother and sister to take
care of.Ranga’s mother did not allow Bhilla to stay in her house and even
advised her son to move away from him.

It was 6pm and the
two were sitting on a bench idly smoking cigarette inside the lawns of a
government school. The school was empty as everyone had left. The durwan was also
not to be seen and evidently he must have gone nearby as the gates were open.
It was then a girl of about 17 came inside the school in a hurry. She looked
around for the durwan. Bhilla asked her “What are you looking for. The old man
has gone out.”

“I left my handbag
by mistake in the class. I wished to take it back” she said innocently.

“If you know the
class room, I can accompany you. You can bring it out in a minute” said Bhilla

“It is in first floor.
I would prefer to wait for durwan. He should be here any minute” she said

“I am not so sure
as he was carrying a big bag. It is no problem for me to escort you as the
school is empty and getting darker”

The girl hesitated
for a few moments and then agreed to follow Bhilla who was already moving
towards the staircase. Ranga said “Bhilla, you must be back within a minute as
soon as the girl finds the bag”

“Don’t worry” he replied
as he hopped two steps at a time over the staircase.

Ranga was not
comfortable sending the young girl with Bhilla into the desolate building but thought
girl would be apprehensive if both accompanied her. Bhilla was fair and had a
boyish face with dimple when he smiled. Ranga was not good looking and had a
pock marked face. Ranga let him go and sat on the bench.

Within a few
minutes he heard a faint scream from inside the school. He ran inside worried
that Bhilla was at his mischief. Worried about the safety of the girl, he
hurried looking for the two in the several classrooms filled with tables and chairs.
When he neared one, he heard a muffled cry and went inside to find Bhilla
overpowering the girl after tearing her clothes. He gave a hard whack on Bhilla’s
head and pushed him away from the girl. The girl ran to a corner cowering in fright.
Even as he was telling the girl to run away, Bhilla whisked a knife and stabbed
Ranga in the hand and body. Ranga held Bhilla under his clasp and shouted to
the girl “Run away to the road. Don’t stay”

The girl ran out of
the room and Bhilla in a rage attacked Ranga again and ran behind the girl. In a
few minutes many people came inside the room where Ranga was writhing in pain.
They had caught Bhilla near the gate as he was chasing the girl.. While the
police admitted Ranga in a hospital, Bhilla was in their custody at the station.

Bhilla had alleged
that Ranga was trying to outrage the modesty of the girl and that since he was strong
he had no option but to attack Ranga with knife to save the girl.

The next day as Ranga
was drowsy in bed and in pain with bandages in several parts of the body with a
policeman sitting by his side. When he heard shuffling of feet by his side ,he
opened the yes and saw to his surprise the girl accompanied by her father and
an inspector of police by his side. Ranga looked at her bewildered not knowing
why she came with inspector. She smiled at him and asked him”Please extend your
hand. Today is Raksha Bandhan.Let me tie a Rakhi” She gave him a big sweet
packet after tying the rakhi and said “You are truly my brother. But for you my
life would have been ruined. You saved me in the nick of the moment. I had explained
the sequence of events to the inspector.”

Ranga said in
feeble tone “I saw in you my sister of your age. I was alert as I knew Bhilla and his character.”

The inspector
patted him on his shoulders and said “I am happy that you acted nobly and very differently
from many who indulge in gang rape on hapless victims that fell under their control.
You are indeed a role model. The police would recommend your name for a reward.”

The father said “I would
not be lagging behind. I will take care of you by providing a good job and also
take care of your family. We are immensely indebted to you for saving my
daughter even when you faced danger”

Monday, August 26, 2013

Suresh is a worried man. His business
was nose diving with literally no order in the books.He had built his business
big with men and machinery investing huge capital by borrowing from many
sources. They were all idle. Since a year all the contracts were going in favour
of his only rival Kartik.The others in the field were small time businessmen
and were content with small orders. Till a year back Suresh got the lion's
share of the business .Of late Kartik managed to clinch all the deals. It was a
wonder how he was able to accomplish this as Suresh was very liberal in keeping
the officials happy. They were virtually on his payroll and on festive days
their family members were also kept pleased with gifts of jewels and fine clothes.
May be his rival besides quoting at unworkable rates was also greasing their
palms equally well. Added to that Kartik’s work was good with no time or cost overrun.
It was clear to Suresh that Kartik was bent upon driving him away from the scene.
Kartik was fully aware how Suresh was trying to harm him by compelling him to work
with practically no margin.

The banks were on Suresh's heels as the
huge debts were not regularly serviced. Even making payment of salaries was
proving difficult. Suresh tried in vain to poach and bring Kartik’s key employees.
There was no way he could dislodge his competitor from the scene. Outwardly
Suresh maintained cordial relations with his rival but was really seething in anger.
He attended Kartik's daughter's marriage and gifted a large silver pot. None
can discern any enmity between them.

Things became very bleak and he had to
find a permanent solution to this wretched problem.

Blade Babu was surprised to see the rich
businessman Suresh at his doors early in the morning. The prefix was the sequel to the blade he employed in his
early pocket picking days. Why he would come personally unless the matter was important,
he wondered. Babu was a history sheeter with every crime from intimidation,
riot, rape, murder against him. He was a contract killer for a fee and
accomplished his job smoothly leaving no trail to his hirer.

“Good morning, Sir. I am honoured by
your visit. You could have sent a word and I would have come to your place” he
said.

“It is okay. In fact I did not want you
to be seen at my place as the matter is very delicate”

“I understand, Sir.Tell me what I can do
for you. I am at your beck and call” Babu said in an ingratiating tone.

“Thanks. My business is in doldrums
because of Kartik.I hope you know my competitor.”

“Sure, Sir, I know him though I have not
interacted with him so far. He lives in Neelankarai in a palatial bungalow”

“Yes, the very same man. I pleaded with
him that we two share the business equally without undercutting each other. He
not only refused arrogantly but works at loss making rates only to eliminate me
from the business. All my efforts to reason with him have failed” Suresh said

“Oh, I am sorry. Why he wouldn’t
amicably work with you is beyond me. In what way I can help you?”he asked

“I want a permanent end to the problem.
Money does not matter. You are talented in this.”Suresh said in soft tone
almost inaudibly.

“I understand. He is a rich man and must
have clout. But I have handled such people also. It would cost much as there is
risk” Babu said equally softly

“How much?”

“25 lakhs”

Suresh opened his leather bag and handed
over bundles of notes.”Here is 20 lakhs.I will pay you the balance after the
job is done” he said

“Pay me the full amount. I do not want
you or your man to meet me afterwards.”Babu said

Suresh paid the balance and asked “When
will this be done?”

“Anytime within two days. Please do not
contact me on any score. Have some buttermilk before you go. I will keep the
money inside and come in a minute” Babu said

“Thanks. I will wait for you” Suresh
said happily and smiled at the thought the job is done so easily

As he was sitting with closed eyes
thinking about the likely big jump in business, he felt a metal pressing his
head in the rear. Before he could turn in panic, he saw million stars exploding
and a brilliant light as he heard faintly someone telling “K Sir... Luckily the
guy himself came here and the matter has been settled to your satisfaction” All
was quiet thereafter even as Blade Babu laughed loudly at his double fortune.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Mariam, a
destitute, begged daily near a church and traffic signal. She got enough coins to buy food for one meal. It was raining that day and she had a small packet of
bread given that morning at church by a kindly visitor. It was past noon and she
was very hungry

“Grandma, my
child is starving for two days. Can you share some?” she heard from a young
woman with small kid in her arms.

Without
second thought she gave the entire packet. What if there is no food for stomach,
there is enough for the soul, she thought.

“Do remember that out of the six watches you have, I had gifted you five. This one you don’t wear as it has a metal strap and it hurts your wrist. When has it become things in our house like yours and mine?"

“You can gift the other watches also to your friends, I don’t care. Who am I to question you?” he replied. Touched by remorse at having slapped the boy, he added”At least you should have had the courtesy of telling me beforehand. I would not have wrongly accused the chap”

“I was busy with Friday puja.Who ever thought that you would be in a foul mood early in the morning?” I said

After my husband left for office, I called Akul and asked “Why did you do this? Have I ever kept you in want?”

The boy fell at my feet and clasped them as he said “Sorry, ma.I have betrayed your confidence in me. My friend from my village who works in the bakery across the road told me that his mom told him while he was talking to her that my father was hit by a lorry and is in hospital. He also said that his mom mentioning that my mom had no money.”

“You should have told me and I would have given you money. How can you steal? Is it not a sin?”

“I am very sorry ma.I did it in a weak moment when the devil took possession of my mind. I promise I will never in my life do such things again. Please do not send me away. I beg of you>”he implored

“It is ok.Never do again. I have faith in you. Let me go to ATM and draw some money. I will give you 5000 rupees and we can send it to your home immediately. Don’t open the door for anyone and take care.

I returned in 30 minutes and pressed the bell. The door was not opened. I pressed again with concern. When the door was not opened, I opened with my key and rushed in. I smelt something burning and rushed to the kitchen. I saw Akul lying in the floor in pain and crying .I saw an iron ladle by his side.

“Akul, what have you done to yourself? Remove the towel over your hand “I shouted only to see the deeply scalded hand of the boy from the hot ladle. I lifted the boy in my arms and rushed to ER.

“Ma, please excuse me. This will ever be a reminder to me in my life to stay straight. I could not bear your telling a lie on my behalf” Tears flowed from my eyes as I hugged the urchin

Monday, August 19, 2013

"Subbiah, I am the cook .If you
tell me your name, I can inform madam"

“You can say Ravi. Do you work whole
time?"

"No sir, I
will leave in another hour. I work up to 1 pm." "Is the master available at home? I
will have a word with him"

"No sir, he has gone on tour and
will come after two days"

"I will ring after sometime. Is madam
going out?"

"No sir, the car has gone for service.
Madam will be in the house watching TV"

"Why, is there no one else? Kids?"

"No one.She will be alone.. They have no children.
Don’t you know?"

Ravi was very happy. Ever since he met
her in a party, he was struck by her beauty. She even danced with him but was
half drunk. Whether by design or accident, her body frequently brushed with his
and he took that she was indicating her interest. But she never asked his name
or details. She went away dancing with others. Ravi elicited her name and
number from the hostess.

From then on he stalked her. But she
never showed sign of recognition or interest even when he accosted her once and mentioned
about her dancing with him. She did not seem to recollect though she admitted that
she attended the party. She brushed aside his advances and requested him not to
bother her. But he was not one to take a no easily.

The opportunity he had been waiting for
had materialized today. He had a shower and dabbed himself with deodorant.
Exactly after one hour he went to her place and rang the bell hoping to catch
her alone. He was confident that his masculine charm can overcome her initial
resistance.

One man looking like a servant opened
the door and asked him to come in and be seated. When Ravi looked questioningly,
he said" I am Subbiah.I had informed madam about your phone call. Aren't you
mister Ravi? She is expecting you"

"Oh, very good. You had said that
your job is up to 1pm."

"Yes sir, I was held up. I will get
you coffee and then go away"

"No, no.I don't need anything. I
don't want to detain you. You can go. I will also go after a few minutes"

"Okay sir. I will inform madam.
Please wait"

A couple of minutes later Subbiah in a
clean shirt and pant with his arm on Krithika along with an inspector of police entered the
hall.

The inspector held Ravi's arm even when
Krithika was telling "This is the guy who has been stalking me and
frequently telephoning. He will tell his name and plead with me to meet him.
When I stopped answering, he would still ring and I could hear the heavy breathing.
I was hesitant to tell my husband initially and one day when he asked why I shuddered
whenever the phone rang, I confided in him. Today he duped this guy as if he is
a cook and made him come telling that I am alone."

Abruptly Ravi fell at the feet of
Krithika and said" Please forgive me this time. I will no more trouble you.
Since you were on intimate terms with my friends Subash and Kumar, I thought you
would be friendly with me too. I am sorry"

“It is a lie, a blatant lie” she
screamed

“No, I can bring them to you and make
them tell” Ravi protested

Krithika's face became pale and lowering
her head she ran inside her room even as her husband looked at her in utter disbelief.

Suddenly the inspector turned to Ravi
and bellowed angrily " Get lost this moment, you wretch. Next time I see you stalking her or telling lies,
I will put you in jail and torture you."

The inspector friend then gently put his
arm on her dazed husband and led him to the sofa.

Friday, August 16, 2013

As she turned the key of the door to her
apartment, she found an envelope projecting from the crevice in the door. She
found her name Stella Mathew written clearly with proper address in long hand.
It was a printed envelope from a church in a town about 250 miles away.
Wondering whether it could be a request for a donation or for voluntary service,
she pulled the white sheet from inside.

"Dear Stella,

Your presence is required at 4pm day
after tomorrow at the church adjacent to the main bus stand. I shall explain
the purpose when we meet. You will not feel sorry for having come. You can
return the same day. Please do not fail to come.

Pastor”

Stella was wondering what the pastor had
to do with her and why this cryptic letter. She missed her granny now. She had
always an answer for all her doubts and questions. She passed away three months
ago. It was her granny who brought her up ever since Stella’s mother passed
away when she was five years. The relationship between her dad and granny
soured when he married someone else within six months of her mom's demise.
There was some heated exchange of words and he stopped coming and even being in
touch with his daughter. There was no contact and even his whereabouts were not
known.

Stella was brought up by her granny
single handedly. After her Master's she is now an officer in a bank. Her
granny's only grouse was that though 27 years, Stella had not found the right
man for herself. The old woman wanted her well settled in life before her end.
But that was not destined.

She was now alone and her thoughts went
back to her dad. There is a hazy memory of a tall man from the photograph of
her mom and dad taken soon after their wedding. She could never the see the
picture again. She suspected her granny must have hidden it away. On only one
occasion he had come to her school and asked her teacher's permission to take
her out for one hour. That was refused as he had come without her guardian's approval.
He gave her a silver locket with Jesus picture and said he loved her a lot. Stella
said she missed him too and wanted him to come frequently. Granny was furious
when she heard about it and she did not know what had happened but he stopped
visiting her thereafter.

She reached the church by 3.45 pm.There
were lot of people in an adjacent hall with all of them looking grim. It looked
a solemn and sad occasion. Some of them went round an open gasket placed at one
end. She was in panic as fear enveloped her that it could be her dear dad.
Tears flowed from her eyes and the last visit at the school came to her mind.
She started sobbing when everyone turned towards her. Was it for seeing her dad
for the last time the pastor had called her, she wondered.Summoning courage she
started moving towards the gasket when she felt an arm touch her shoulder. She
turned to see the pastor looking at her with a smile.

“Stella, I assume. I was waiting for you
in my room at the church. When you did not turn up, I thought you would have strayed
here by mistake. Come with me" he said

She followed him meekly to his
room."You must have been shocked to see the gasket and made wrong
assumption" he said with a laugh.

"You
are right. I thought it could be my dad. Otherwise why would you have called
me?"

"I agree you were right in making
such a surmise though it is wrong. Do you love your dad so much? You have
hardly seen him except once. Do you remember the occasion?" he asked.

“How do you know” she asked as she
opened her hand bag and took out the locket."This was given by him. I see
this daily and get the feel of being close to him. Yes I love him deeply no
matter what my granny felt about him. He is my daddy and none can take that
away from me."

He laughed and said "I told you
that you will not regret your coming here. Would you like to meet your dad? I
can arrange it now."

She jumped with joy and implored him to
take her to him that very moment.
"That will be the greatest blessing I have been praying for"
she said

He hugged her and said "Stella, I
am your dad. I came to know of your grandmother's demise only last week. I
thought she will forgive me now from the Heaven and decided that I should meet
you immediately. The cryptic message was to surprise you. Come to my living
quarters in the rear."

As they entered hand in hand, she asked
“Where is my mom? I don't see anyone here"

"She too passed away two years
back."He showed on the wall two photographs of her mother and her step mother.
He brought a box and handed it over to her and said “These contain jewels of
your step mother. These are for you. Do come frequently. That would make me a
happy man"

“Daddy, how lucky and blessed I am. Can
I seek a transfer to this town and come here?”

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Don’t look at me that way. I get upset.
I am perfectly normal like anyone of you whatever others may say about me.
There had been a few accidents in the last one year for which I was in no way responsible.
You can ask my mom and she will vouchsafe for my sobriety. Though in the last
two months she acts a bit weird and looks concerned. There is a reason for it
which I shall explain.

Let me give a brief background about me and my
childhood. I am an introvert and not given to much talking. My dark eyes are
round and big that my mother used to say proudly they resembled a lotus on my
beautiful face. But most people are jealous and accuse me of staring or gawking
at them even when I look normally. This naturally made me angry and either I shout at them or scratch them with my long nails.

It all started when I was 12.But I
looked bigger than many of my classmates. There was this mathematics teacher
who always spoke to me softly and patted me saying ‘good’ whenever my turn came
to receive the homework note book from him. He personally handed over the note
books to the girls and generally patted on the shoulders or gently touched their
cheeks to express his appreciation. I felt his hands lingered a little longer
on me than others and invariably got a feeling of cockroach running over me. I
used to shrug away and he would laugh. I dare not tell my mother lest she
stopped me from the school.

One day as I was on my way to home after
the school hours, he was standing at the entrance of staff room. He beckoned me
inside saying he had something to tell me. There was none in the room and I was
scared to enter. He put his arms around me and dragged me close to him. I struggled
to get out of his clasp but he embraced tighter. Luckily I had my pen in my hand with me and
opening the cap I stabbed him hard with the pen and its sharp nib several times
on his neck and face. As he loosened his grip I ran away as fast as my feet
would carry. My timid mother instead of taking up with the school authorities
stopped me from the school at the instance of my paternal grandmother who was
living with us. My dad worked in another town and visited once in two or three
months. All my friends stopped talking to me since then. Other schools were not
willing to take me.

With nothing much to do, I did most of
the chores in the house to help my mom. My grandmother disliked my mom and
always would be hurting her with insults and her poor back ground. She will
carry tales to my dad when he came home with many false charges. The couple of
days he spent would be a torture for mother with his beating her. I developed a
deep dislike for my granny ever since she stopped my studies and frequently
quarreled with her taking cudgels for my mom. One day I was cleaning the bath
room and found it slippery. I sprinkled soap powder and was scrubbing with brush.
I left it midway when my mother called me to fetch water from the well. As ill
luck would have it, grandma meanwhile went inside to take her bath and fell flat.
She had severe injury on the head and was in coma for a fortnight before
breathing her last. My dad accusingly pointed his finger at me for her tragic
demise and never failed to mention that I did not shed any tears for her.

Two months later my dad’s brother came
for the first time after my grandma’s demise. He called me a killer and a madcap.
I was naturally hurt as I was in no way directly responsible for grandma’s fall.
When I resisted his accusation, he hit me. I suppressed my anger and went
inside the kitchen. I had kept the cleaner liquid inside a bisleri bottle for
want of any other container and wished to clean the cupboard and electrical
parts of dirt. How can I be held responsible if my uncle drank from that bottle
mistaking it for water? He had to be rushed to emergency and given repeated
wash before he recovered after incurring a hefty bill that included ICU charges.
He charged me that I wished to kill him too making my dad let lose his temper
by showering blows on me.

Another instance soon after this comes
to my mind. My dad had come for a week. My mom had gone to the temple and I was
away at the neighbour’s house. When I returned unannounced I caught my dad
without his knowledge his hugging the maid and cuddling her. I was shocked at
this monstrosity and retraced unnoticed. I thumped the front door hard as if I
was entering the house just then. A week later the maid who had taken the left
over rice soaked in water and buttermilk vomited many times at her place. She
was taken to the hospital by her neighbours but could not be saved. The doctors
it seemed said it was a case of food poisoning and may be a lizard the cause of
it. I did not tell anyone that I had seen a long object in the rice I mistook it
for a cooked eggplant vegetable. My dad was saddest and my mother was admiring
his compassion for the poor when he paid in full her hospital bill.

I have been truthful to you. Tell me now
whether I am insane as others accuse me of. My mom hardly talks to me these
days and dad rarely comes home.